.I mean...is there something that you would like to eat? ...Perhaps my peach," she asked, looking back at me while holding up a peach. "It's dripping ...et and I bet it tastes real good," she added with her best "don't ya want to eat my juicy peach" look.Without losing a beat, she spun around and sat facing me, with her back to both the cooler and the annoying beachgoers – who, thankfully, were becoming fewer and fewer. Her legs were bent at the knees and spread out in front of her. My heart. I am alive. And I’m playing music for the pleasure of sharing the excitement with other musicians and other human beings.”—Maude Julien, The Only Girl in the World: A Memoir“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” Beca asked when she opened the door. I’d tried to catch her before she and Rachel left school but I had to go to the music room and get my practice guitar to take with me to Kentucky and Mr. LeBlanc wanted to discuss a rehearsal schedule for Cindy’s and my recital. By the time I got free, I was. ”Becca considered the request. The adrenaline rush of flashing her tits in public was something she was surprised to realize that she enjoyed. Would it be so bad to flash her pussy? That would be even more of an adrenaline rush, she reasoned, because her heart was pounding even harder just by thinking about it.“Your husband sure is lucky,” DeShawn added.Becca looked down. Then she admitted to the class that she and her husband Reuben were actually in the middle of a fight that’s been ongoing. Then, when she sat on his lap, it took every ounce of willpower to keep his cock from making a tent in his pants. Every bit of will power he possessed, and a little bit of magic. Yes, magic. For, unlike most mall Santa's, this guy was the real deal. Chris Kringle himself.He'd come to this town on a mission and it seemed he had found his target. The girl had told him what she wanted for Christmas, her very voice turning him on. Then, when she got up, he used a little magic to freeze time.He.